Late January Afternoon

Home

to the soulful light of an English winter,
the docked arms of a leafless hedge,
supplicants to a darkening sharpened sky

to last year's grass blades, greyed with mud,
deep-bowed heads of sheep, intent on grazing,
only alarmed by casual passers-by

to the too-soon dusk of a January evening,
where pockets of sunlight, too vivid to last,
throw gold, angled shards that shine, then liquify.

© Celia Warren 2017

A bit run-down following my tummy upset, the subsequent starvation diet while I recovered, and then sleepless nights, two days running, I've now succumbed to a cold, darn it! First I've had for yonks, so can't complain. Had a lovely late afternoon walk, catching the last of the sunshine, as the wind began to gather. Brrr. Nice to be home in the warm again, though!